Ryan noticed he seemed to be sweating more than usual. All the guys were. Maybe it was the new rubber jockstraps making them overheat. He didn't know, what it was but he sure felt horny.
They did calisthenics for about half an hour, then scrimmaged. It was during scrimmage that Steverino caught himself snorting. He never snorted. He also noticed how his skin was covered with coarse hairs. He was naturally kinda hairy, but he had waxed his body last night. Not that he'd ever tell anybody he waxed. He shouldn't be this hairy. Damn, everyone seemed hairy, and smelly. Dang, where'd coach get these jockstraps, they're too tight around the waist.
The coach blinked and looked over at the assistant coach.
"College boy, you taking in steroids or something?" drawled the coach to assistant coach.
"No, sir!" snorted to the assistant coach obviously offended.
The coach narrowed his eyes, "Maybe not intentionally," the coach said, "But you're testy, and I swear you're getting hairier and meatier as I look at you. Maybe somebody's spiking the Gatorade? The boys look like they got a hefty dose too. Good thing we had our drug test last week..." The coach seemed lost in thought.
Arron the assistant coach looked down at his arms. They were a lot hairier than when he showered this morning. But he didn't have any Gatorade, did he? Maybe? Or maybe it was in the coffee? No coach had coffee too, but he's an old duffer. Maybe it takes longer to work on senior citizens? Aaron wondered.
He looked up, and said suddenly, "Oh, Coach, thanks for the new jockstraps. The boys really appreciate them, and I'm glad you included me."
"What new jockstraps?" the coach asked pointedly.
"Surely, they cannot administer steroids through a rubber jockstrap?" the assistant coach asked, as he pulled at the waistband under his shorts.
The coach was silent staring at the players who were looking more porcine every second. Swine- he thought. He scanned the bleachers. A few girlfriends, and a Goth girl. Bingo. Damn, witches...his family was from Salem. He knew how to deal with witches.
He blew his whistle. The pig boys dropped to all fours and ran toward the shower room leaving cleats, socks and helmets strewn in their wake on the field. Claudia laughed, a couple of the girlfriends shrieked.
He glanced over at the now snouted college boy, and said, "Aaron, you better hit the showers too, and keep the boys in the locker room. I want to have a talk with them, after I talk to someone else.
"Sure, Coach," said Aaron, as he fiddled with his tail trying to keep it in his shorts. He was only to happy to go to the locker room.
The coach caught up to Claudia at the stairwell.
"Miss?" he asked touching her elbow.
She turned, and tried to look innocent, "Yes, sir?" she asked.
"Turning my boys into pigs wasn't very nice, now was it?" the coach said.
"Whatever are you talking about? I, mean, if they're pigs, that must be their true nature coming out, mustn't it?"
"Oh, perhaps some of the boys, but not all of them," he answered candidly.
"Now, I think you need to come with me to undo what you did, Miss!" he held her firmly by the elbow and guided her to the locker room.